where you from, it's where you at I know a lotta niggas that'll tear your back [ Kool G Rap ] It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at [ Prodigy
where you from, it's where you at I know a lotta niggas that'll tear your back [Kool G Rap] It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at [Prodigy]
Пераклад: Mobb Deep. Kool G Rap - Where You At?.
You all that and a bag of chips And I just wanna know if me and you can dip That's all Baby girl, you sweeter than Kool-Aid, the red flavor "Ooh that
you the rest I know the game hoe, and I'm a vet Playing broads ain't based on love You want my money, I wanna fuck And after we do all that, I talk about you
, you can hear the roar They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage All eyes are glued to you like you're up on stage If you're soft as a leaf
if you can't admit I'm iller than you Baby you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo Motherfucker professionallin with the pros [Kool G Rap]
stains you sober (Chorus: Kool G. Rap [Chino XL]) We could've came from out the bushes layed you flat where you live but... [We allowed you
] It seems I'm a bit late here Don't worry, these men are all gonna die [Kool G. Rap] See from the side where it slum at, dum at, rum at Cognac, combat
me young thug this is some advice you do a snake you be payin' the price catch you at the dice game blow you out the frame crack cheater, cause my niggaz
where my nine is at One more test, and niggaz quittin, that's zero Broke, cryin broke, I'm doin backstrokes in cee-notes Crazy pockets are empty, what a god damn shame Niggaz you
you pull out fake clout 'Cause you're sauerkraut, you're not really about Nothin', you're bluffin' But I'm callin' your bluff to see if you're really
a movie, you would be perfect casting You killing me slowly, baby, you're like an assassin And you know that I'm married, so why the fuck you keep asking [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Now you
If you don't repeat the actions of your own success You won't be successful You gotta know your own formula, your own ingredients What made you, you
you walk in the history This is where the greatest MC's spit it lyrically I don't think you hearin' me today Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, LL Cool J Kool G. Rap
Bitch Long strokes You a nympho Who the pimps though Me and roger troutman Had you at juan momma house Shouting Through the talk box You exhaust cocks And you
of the game (The Master) In the rappin' Hall of Fame He's the Master (Master, Master) Kool Keith He's the master (Master, Master) Kool Keith, Kool Keith, Kool Keith (Kool
